the mind has its boundaries
taking every life to its pasture
i often deny my existence is valid
drained to flout all the people-
that tried to alleviate my worst outcome
i can't foresee what's imminent
yet my past hinders me to move forward
motions of the night sky
appease me within
the stars glinting like they know i exist
taking every setback that i had
full of misery & regret
i fathom what if i didn't live
it doesn't make any difference
to be conceived into eminence or filth
the fear of disappointment escalates
disappointing my loved ones resents me
i concealed every skin of-
impetus that espoused
knowing i could be
abundantly stronger than this
yet fluctuation compels me
to cower in distress
'why can't I be normal?'
i question this in my head everyday
fragments that made me elated dissipates-
every time i tried to defeat myself
falling again & again
i'm afraid of losing my conscience-
into the abyss that keeps drawing me in
i conjure up notions of ingenuity
just to rupture it repetitively
is this who i really am?
is this what i really wanted?
to infinitely hate myself?
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a collection
Poetrythis is just a place to save my writing, actually. i don't particularly care if it's ever read.
